Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.